Dan Hanjie was more than once stopped at critical moments, many times so frustrating that it made his teeth itch.
Yet even so, he had said nothing.
Qin Youxuan had never considered this aspect more deeply either.
She was aware of Hanjie's aversion to women, so no matter how late he stayed out, she never thought too much about it.
Just like Hanjie had said himself, even if he were drunk, he could still discern whether the woman beside him was her or not.
But now, these photos felt like a slap across her face.
Stinging hot.
If he could just kiss any woman, Qin Youxuan didn't know what that meant, but she just felt a sense of panic welling up in her chest.
She hadn't even confirmed it, yet she was already struggling to breathe.
"Young Madam, the young master is awake, he's looking for his mother and wants to drink some milk."
The maternity matron was carrying the little Tingye downstairs.
